29/10/2010

I live with a bunch of loonies – well some of them. Let me first eliminate the non-loonies:

A meat loving Brazilian couple who judged by their frequent mirth filled weekend evenings with visiting fellow countrymen seem to be a very fun-loving couple on restrain mode . Restrained because in this  shared flat, they can’t always do what they want, and they too definitely – I can tell – consider some of the housemates loopy. The girl’s english is not well, as she told me. She’s probably 1.99% fluent.

Now to loony number one. She’s a witch. Honestly, even this petty girl does not compare to her. Why am I even comparing? This witch is, in the literal sense, an old witch! I can’t tell but I’m guessing  she’ll  soon  be welcoming her 60s. A fact that continues to puzzle me day on end. What is she doing here? Doesn’t she have a family? There was talk of a daughter and a son a while ago  but I didn’t get the details because at that point I had decided to switch off whenever we found each other in the kitchen or any other communal area. I never even say hello sometimes. It may sound harsh but her behaviour towards me has been very weird. I moved in and she  seemed so friendly, showing me around and telling me I was free to use her stuff in the kitchen as long as I cleaned everything afterwards.  I do this for about a week, next thing I know, she’s marching in the kitchen at every opportune moment muttering about ‘there’s somebody ‘ere stealing my things’ or ‘using my things without my permission’ at which moment I point that I don’t know who said culprit is and I’m only using the things she let me use. My statement is then followed by a blank silence before either one of use walks back to their room. That bothered me but I reckoned at her age, her head was just doing things so I didn’t think any think of it. You can imagine how pissed I was when she started accusing me of pilfering her food, and her other kitchen paraphernalia. I fumed and told  her where to put her stuff.

I mean, for the love of Jesus, just toddle off! I literally starve these days, just about surviving on baked beans and frozen rice and then she comes at me with this stupidity. Fucking ridiculous. At this point I’ve got nothing to lose and I really can not tolerate bollocks because I’m just thinking about survival.

Once I stopped acknowledging her, she grasped a hint but alas, this hasn’t curbed her crazy. She still hovers around the house complaining about anything and everything to anyone who’ll tolerate her waffle. And she’s always going on about the cleaning, which, since I moved here , I’ve never seen her lift a finger to do!

Then there is the two Italian sisters with their penchant for taking up the whole  kitchen space preparing their meals. Oh, and their track suit wearing mother who’s been ‘visiting’ them since last month. Don’t get me wrong, but you don’t visit your daughters for a whole month knowing fully well they live in a cramped, and shared space. I mentioned this in an email to The Italian on the first week I moved in and he was quick to assure me that “we don’t behave like that in Italy bella. We are very considerate people”.  They are also very loud. On a given day, if they feel like it, they would start at around 7 am in the morning…up and down the stairs, shouting, talking, shouting, talking, munching, blocking up the kitchen space, more talking and munching. One of the sisters is of the passive aggressive stock; just like this annoying female, she leaves notes all over the house for people to read. I mean, what happened to talking to people about things in the house? She doesn’t seem to have a problem making noise for everyone the rest of the time!

Needless to say, I feel harassed when I’m somewhere in the house, in the company of this lot.

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29/05/2010

You see with this girl, we don’t talk anymore. More like she stopped talking to me. I got tired of her bossy ways, she caught on and stopped talking to me. I was especially pissed with the way the landlord treated her like she was the head of house. All the information about stuff in the house like when we’d have viewings (the house is on sale) or when the plumber would come to do repairs would be communicated to her. Not the other housemates, just her. Do I really care that much about who gets to be told what? No. I just like to feel that I also matter. I pay rent here, I don’t squat. I may not be able to afford some of those fine things she and her friends have but I make sure my rent is paid on time every month.

Does it bother me that she doesn’t speak to me? No. I’ve wasted so much time being nice to people in the past I think it’s time I started being selfish.

11/05/2010

I’m pissed. Really pissed. I’m angry too. I’m tired. I want to give up. Lost all hope e.t.c. All those fucked up ‘I’ve been defeated feelings’.  Since about two weeks ago I’ve been unable to access my account until today. My mother finally called the finance office this morning and I was granted access. I’ve checked all the emails, missed lectures and I just want to scream. I want to scream and never stop and maybe run away somewhere. I don’t know if I can take this anymore. One of my tutors even had to send a letter asking me where I’ve been. She also emailed everyone on my course asking where I was. Worringly titled  ‘Has anyone seen **Dazedlittlemiss?’. I know these people don’t know about my financial situation with the university ( well, maybe they do but I believe only the finance office keeps this information) but I still feel humiliated. I feel inadequate. The deadline for my project hand in is Friday next week and I still have a large amount of unfinished work. It looks like I might make it just in time but I hate that I have to work on a harassed last-minute mode when I could have done this a week ago. Before my account was disabled, my plan was to have the work finished by at least this week and essentially spend next week resting before hand in. I know this is not my fault in any way but I just can’t help feeling useless. I’m trying my best here to be patient, to be focued and be positive about things but  it just doesn’t seem to be working. Everyone in my course seems to have everything under control. I even had a couple of guys from course go to Asia for their project for two months since March and even they made it back in time to start finalising it, even after being stranded for two weeks due to the volcanic ash. I really fucking hate my life. I really do. Not surprising I’ve been in a very foul mood. Pretty much didn’t do anything around the house in the past few days and this girl hasn’t bothered either so everything around here is looking like a dump. I really couldn’t be bothered wether the dished are pilling up on the sink right now. My mind is just clogged up. I spend most of the time spaced out, I can’t even bloody concetrate in public!

09/12/2009

I have a feeling that one of these days the housemate’s antics are going to drive me over the edge. I really can not stand her selfish attitude. Who wakes up at 5 in the morning ( she doesn’t work, all lectures start at 9) and runs up and down the stairs shouting loudly into her phone? This girl, stomps the stairs like a hyperactive little girl, laughing loudly. At 5 in the morning!!!

I mention this to her ( in passing) she throws a fit and refuses to talk to me. As if I care. She is so frigging puerile!

05/12/2009

I keep finding one of my housemate’s hair strands all over the kitchen. I hate it because it’s disgusting and nasty. It also shows how lacking she is in her personal hygiene. I mean, how careless have you got to be to let your hair fall out all over the kitchen? We eat there for crying out loud. If she has a breakage problem she needs to make sure she is very careful when she is in the kitchen. It’s everywhere, even in the fridge. Yuck! I know it’s hers because she is the only blonde in the house.

Come to think of it, she is overall one of those people who make me go mmmh. We get along, but I tend to feel she’s a very selfish girl who tries really hard not to show it. Sorry love, but I see right through you. She wants things to be done her way. She’ll moan about the house not being clean if someone else did it, but if she’s the one responsible, she’ll keep quiet about it until she cleans it. I also don’t get the fact that sometimes she’ll just whizz pass people in the house and not greet anyone. I’m not saying just because we live together we should best friends ( far from it, I wouldn’t want her insincere self as a friend) but when you live with people, at least show some enthusiasm.

Now if I could only find a way of getting that smug smile off her face, especially when she thinks she’s making a very intelligent suggestion about the house. Bitch.